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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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American poet (1830-1886)

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About the author

Emily Dickinson was an American poet of the 19th century. Much of her work was not published during her lifetime, and she later came to be seen as one of the central figures in American poetry. She is closely associated with compact poems that say a great deal in a small space.

Her writing often turns toward death, faith, and inner life, while also touching on wider historical concerns such as the American Civil War. The style is often elliptical, with sharp images and a compressed voice that leaves room for the reader. Her poems do not explain everything directly; they invite you to sit with tension, pause, and reread.

A good place to start is Because I could not stop for Death, I heard a Fly buzz when I died, and "Hope" is the thing with feathers. These poems give a clear sense of her themes and her way of working with language. If you want a shorter, more playful entry point, try I'm Nobody! Who are you? or Wild Nights - Wild Nights!.

Books

The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The nearest Dream recedes — unrealized —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Remorse — is Memory — awake —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The One who could repeat the Summer day —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The only Ghost I ever saw
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Let down the Bars, Oh Death —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Essential Oils — are wrung —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Rat is the concisest Tenant
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Robin is the One
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Rose did caper on her cheek —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Except the Heaven had come so near —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Show is not the Show
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Like Mighty Foot Lights — burned the Red
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Skies can't keep their secret!
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Soul unto itself
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Sun — just touched the Morning —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The thought beneath so slight a film —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Way I read a Letter's — this —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Wind — tapped like a tired Man —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Wind begun to knead the Grass —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Their Height in Heaven comforts not —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
There came a Wind like a Bugle —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
There is a Shame of Nobleness —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
They dropped like Flakes —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
This Merit hath the worst —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Tho' I get home how late — how late —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Through the strait pass of suffering —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
To hear an Oriole sing
Emily Dickinson · 1891
To learn the Transport by the Pain
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Triumph — may be of several kinds —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Two butterflies went out at Noon —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Experiment to me
Emily Dickinson · 1891
For each ecstatic instant
Emily Dickinson · 1891
As by the dead we love to sit,
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Of Tribulation, these are They,
Emily Dickinson · 1891
One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I gained it so —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I lived on Dread —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I never hear the word "escape"
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I should have been too glad, I see —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Death sets a Thing significant
Emily Dickinson · 1891
A Clock stopped —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
"Heaven" — is what I cannot reach!
Emily Dickinson · 1896
'Tis Sunrise — Little Maid — Hast Thou
Emily Dickinson · 1896
'Tis little I — could care for Pearls —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe —
Emily Dickinson · 1896